The sword was raised high, and a white light flew out from the top of Feng Xiyun's head, and under the Heavenly Machine Technique, he could vaguely see a blood-stained white fox standing in it, which was actually the seed of artistic conception.

The corners of the palace master's mouth overflowed with blood for no reason, and he didn't know what price he had paid to force him out of the sea of knowledge.

The seed of artistic conception surrounded the long sword, hovering rapidly, and then shattered in the shocked eyes of everyone!

"Why?"

Xue sighed ruthlessly, as if she couldn't bear it, and slowly closed her eyes.

The shattered light was completely integrated into the Shundao Sword, and the source qi of heaven and earth was also ***, and the power became more and more amazing, and the two clans who did not dare to approach because of the might of heaven and man retreated for hundreds of miles before they calmed down their frightened thoughts.

Liang Tian and the six demons didn't move, relying on cultivation as a means to peek at the movement ahead, Xiong Lie couldn't help but pat his chest: "This human race is so powerful, I even feel that I can't catch his sword at this time!"

Although he was already a Heavenly Demon Body, he didn't dare to rashly probe the Demon Sense into that battlefield before, because he had no insight into Feng Xiyun's identity.

The power of artistic conception hurts the body and soul, and the strong man who can confront His Highness, even if it is a casual blow, is not something that he can compete with the shallow artistic conception that he is not familiar with now, and now he doesn't know what kind of means to use, this sense of threat is becoming more and more intense.

"Your Highness will be fine, right?" Hearing Xiong Lie's sigh, Leopard Wind was a little worried.

"Superfluous." Jinxiu snorted coldly, looking at him with a rather unkind gaze.

The leopard wind sneered, and did not dare to say another word.

Liang Tian has encountered a lot of heavenly demons and heavenly and human realms, but he has no clear concept of the power of this level, and the palace master rarely shows the dew, so he can't estimate Feng Xiyun's current strength.

However, the price paid for the sudden eruption of this vast and terrifying power is also huge.

Liang Tian didn't know what it meant for the Artistic Conception Seed to be shattered out of his body, because with his cultivation methods and Heavenly and Human level minds, he didn't even have the qualifications to fiddle with them.

Under his knowledge of the sea and the galaxy, a sword, a grass, and an ice blue beam are all masters, and they will only move themselves and choose a suitable position, except for driving the artistic conception and transforming the attribute source qi, they can no longer control the invoice.

Perhaps because the artistic conception has not been perfected, this power is not completely owned by himself, but compared to the various backlashes on others, Liang Tian is also content with luck.

Judging from the previous battle, Feng Xiyun's cultivation has never surpassed the level of heaven and man, it is because he should be in the same situation, the appearance of the artistic conception seed has broken the rules in the underworld, is it a secret art? Whether there are other reasons, Liang Tian does not know.

However, after all, the seed of artistic conception is transformed by the mind, and breaking it is tantamount to self-harm, and this alone is dangerous enough.

The source qi in Feng Xiyun's body was still infused into the Shundao Sword, and at the same time, his body gradually became rickety, as if he was bearing a huge burden.

It wasn't until the broken white mangs on the sword body barely gathered a trace of consciousness and instantly locked on the opposite side of the snow ruthlessness that he stopped his movements and waved his hand to send the Shundao sword into the void.

Feng Xiyun fell into the dust and spat out a mouthful of blood again, but he smiled heartily, unprecedentedly bright and warm: "The matter has come to this, the sword begins, and the sword ends."

After that, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at the results, as if he was doing everything today, hundreds of years of heaviness, and convenience

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For this moment, cut out this sword.

By the way, the sword is shining!

In front of everyone's eyes, although it lost the source qi supply of Feng Xiyun, the surrounding heaven and earth source qi was still frantically converging and pouring in, and those white rays like broken diamonds were inlaid on the blade of the sword, gradually covering it with a layer of edge.

This broken artistic conception actually began to transform towards the sword intent!

Liang Tian was shocked, he witnessed the whole process, but he couldn't understand it at all, and the Heavenly Machine Technique did not react, indicating that this was not a sublimation that could be achieved by just relying on derivation.

The transformation happened suddenly, and then terminated in an instant, and as soon as the sword intent took shape, it turned into a silver-white light and shot out, directly taking Xue's ruthless heart

Dirty!

The demon heart is the essence of the demon's lifeline, and if you lose the demon core, you can still live, and if you have no heart, you will die!

Liang Tian stood on the ground, the colorful light in his eyes flickering from time to time, and beside him, the six demons had already been forced to prostrate by the power of this sword.

He was just frightened, his face was indignant and unwilling, but Xiong Lie was cracked, he was the strongest now, and what he experienced was more obvious, this sword was vaguely more than the power of heaven and man!

"Your Highness!!

The brute bear roared heartbreakingly, resounding through the empty mountains, but he could only see the long sword slamming into the snow's relentless chest!

Then, the world went quiet.

It was that kind of silence in the true sense, and Liang Tian was horrified to find that his body and the mind that leaned out were all frozen in place, unable to move in the slightest.

Directly in front of his line of sight, the fierce and unstoppable Shun Dao Sword actually stopped, and even the edge and source qi above it did not dissipate a little, but in this heaven and earth where the pause button was pressed, a pair of hands slowly raised and calmly "picked" it.

The long sword moved away slightly, and Liang Tian looked straight into Shangxue's ruthless eyes, his eyes were blooming with a strange ice blue light, and the fox tail behind him had already spread out at some point, domineering and crazy.

This secret technique of freezing space was far more terrifying than what he had seen in his memory at the beginning, whether it was the scope or the effect, Liang Tian, who had experienced it himself, couldn't help but be speechless.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Machine Technique was not banned, and he glimpsed the familiar ice and snow artistic conception surging in Xue's ruthless eyes, but its power and sense of oppression have long been incomparable, is it possible, it has entered the level of perfection?

Xue stared ruthlessly for a long time, and suddenly with a single palm, the magic on the sword melted like ice and snow, and the long sword was slender, and it was no longer vigorous.

In the vast heaven and earth, only that figure acted as usual, he slowly paced through the void, stopping in front of Feng Xiyun, his tone was very flat.

"Xiyun, if you lose, go and practice again."

By the way, the sword fell on Feng Xiyun's side, inserted between the rock crevices, shook slightly, and made a buzzing sword sound, Liang Tian suddenly felt a light around his body, and the effect of freezing seemed to disappear.

Feng Xiyun opened his eyes, his gaze was full of decay, the ice blue fox tail came into view, his eyes instinctively tightened for a moment, and then stretched out again.

"Ahem, I can't practice anymore...... Senior Brother ......"

Compared with the resolute voice, this call is only warm.

The snow was mercilessly silent, and the emotions in his eyes were hidden by the ice and snow.

Jun Ze on the side also flew over, and lamented very much: "Wind Sect Master, the past is over, why bother to break your soul and fight for your life!"

Feng Xiyun shook his head weakly, "Sect Master, I should have called you...... A sound of uncle

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My heart is in prison...... I can't be freed, lest I can't bear it anymore...... This shoulder is a heavy responsibility, and a sword is ...... Free heart, no regrets! It's just that Zhi'er is still young...... I still hope for my uncle...... A little bit of support......"

"The old man has written it down, Zhi Yatou is warm-hearted, resolute and resolute, and has the legacy of your teacher, you can rest assured."

Feng Xiyun showed a smile of relief, and turned to look at Xue Ruthless: "Senior brother has taught me this...... A pedantic person, if not ...... Remove the suzerain...... Checkmate ...... An Dare recalled...... You and me...... Kindness? But you can take ...... Master, cough ...... Three hundred years, but it is not inevitable...... Be selfish, please bury me...... Three miles away, as in ...... Knee down, all me...... Filial piety ......"

Xue's ruthless eyebrows couldn't see emotion, and he only raised his hand a little, and Feng Xiyun's body, along with the Shundao sword, gradually condensed from the bottom to the top.

"If thou live, I will allow thee to sweep the grave and pay tribute; If you die, I will crush your bones to ashes, and you will have no place to return, and you will wander all day long."

Even when he heard such cruel words, Feng Xiyun's eyes were only relieved and relieved, and he barely pulled out a smile, and he was completely frozen!

"Snow is merciless." Junze had the heart to say something, but he was silent.

"Complete his wish, and I will promise you another three hundred years of peace in the northern land of Yunzhou."

Xue ruthlessly didn't even look at him, and the fox's tail rolled up the frozen man, and then escaped into the depths of the demon mountain

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Liang Tian was still shaking his head, and Xiong Lie suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Liang Tian, let's go, Your Highness will let us retreat."

Xu received Xue's ruthless transmission, and he didn't need to say hello, and the tens of thousands of Xiong Zhen all turned around neatly, leaving only a group of stunned Terran warriors in the rear.

"Oh, good." Liang Tian followed the six demons, but he was a little absent-minded.

Lord Palace, is it going to fall?

His hard work, his entanglement, and his boredom, Liang Tian understood it more clearly. How much helplessness and restraint are contained in the responsibilities that accompany status, and I would rather die for relief!?

The last time I experienced such a taste, it was in the phantom array in Qingyun City, the same sourness, it was difficult to make a decision!

That is, in this turbulent Yunzhou, there is a crisis of life and death, which makes personal depression seem irrelevant, but it is easy to self-control, and in the peaceful and prosperous era, I don't know what to mess up with.

Status and power are also hotbeds of greed and sin, and the so-called honest gentleman is a person who is in a high position and can still cut off his selfish heart.

Somewhere in Yunzhou, an unnamed mountain range.

Liu Mu stood at the top, looking far away, carrying a wine gourd in his hand, he himself was also very confused, he had not touched the cup bottle for many years, but today on a whim, he turned out a pot from the ring, I don't know when he hid it.

When you are disappointed, the wine is at hand, just have a good time.

Liu Mu pulled off the cork and took a sip, and the familiar taste instantly brought him back to that town, that night, the two people who were drunk and lying on the cool steps.

Suddenly the gourd slipped from his fingers, and the wine poured like pearls into the valley, and the shimmer of the splash was like a candle flame at that time.

Liu Mu lowered his head, his expression was a little strange, he was a real four-elephant level formation master, and his cultivation was also in the realm of heaven and man, even if he lost his mind for a moment, he would not even be able to hold a wine gourd.

Thinking of Fang Cai's restlessness, this was really not a good sign, he couldn't help but look at the southeast, but he only heard the mountain wind whimpering.

"Brother Wind......

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